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Let us see what he says!" petitioned Ron eagerly; but Margot returned the letter to her pocket, resolutely ignoring his outstretched hand. "He gives no explanation, but he is coming to-night. Coming to call after dinner, and he asks me to see him alone, so I'll find out all about it, and tell you afterwards." "Alone!" Ron's face was eloquent with surprise, disappointment, and a dawning suspicion.
They are all in there the new ones, I mean, written since I came up here. You can read which you please." Ron took the precious leather book from his pocket, and handed it over with an effort as painful as that of submitting a live nerve to the dentist's tool.
'Good bye, I say, 'I not see heem more. Beeg feller hees loose dat rope, ron down on de bank hitching rope on willow tree an' roun' hees own shoulder an' jump on reever way down on bend an' wait for ole boss. For me? I mak dis pony cross ver' queek. Not know how, an' pass on de noder side. I see beeg feller, hees hol' de ole boss on hees coat collar wit bees teef, by gar! an' sweem lak ottar.
Did you ever notice how she says 'i ron' the way people say it when they're reading poetry out loud? I'll bet, if he had her help, the author of 'One Hundred Common Errors' could take an Argus and run his list up to a hundred and fifty in no time. She keeps finding common errors there that I'll bet this fellow never heard of.
"'Um!" assented Margot vaguely. "I suppose they drive over to catch the evening express? Did he they say anything about me?" Ron started in surprise. "My dear girl, we have talked of nothing else but you, for the last week! Pulse, temperature, sleep; sleep, temperature, pulse; every hour the same old tale. You have given us all a rare old fright; but thank goodness you are on the mend at last.
"She can't refuse me shelter for a night at least, after such a long, tiring journey, and I'll be such a perfect dear, that after twenty-four hours she wouldn't be bribed to do without me! You can leave Mrs McNab to me, Ron. I'll manage her.
You must be quick, Edie. Run down quickly and say good-bye!" "It isn't necessary, dear. I saw them before coming upstairs. Ron is there, and father." "But you must! I want you to go. Quickly, before it is too late. Edie, you must!" There was no denying so vehement a command. Edith turned silently away, confirmed in a growing suspicion, and yearning tenderly over the little sister's suffering.
You'll have to go on, George, and take Miss Vane with you. There's no time for conundrums, if you want to get home dry." He looked towards Ron with questioning eyebrows. "Feel inclined to keep me company? I don't fancy that walk by my lonesome." "Of course I do. I should not think of leaving you behind by yourself, sir," returned Ron eagerly.
It was a simple nursery melody that Joyselle played: "Il etait une bergère, hé ron ron ron, petit pa-ta-pon " She had known it all her life, but to Tommy, who had always sternly refused to have anything to do with the French governesses his mother had got for him, it was new.
He hung on his neck a precious shield; its name was in British called Pridwen; therein was engraved with red gold tracings a precious image of God's mother. His spear he took in hand, that was named Ron. When he had all his weeds, then leapt he on his steed.
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